George Lucas has brought magic into the lives of millions. Some say he is the greatest American who ever lived. He has touched us more deeply than any other man has. Many fans of his STAR WARS movies continue to talk about them, travel long distances to conventions celebrating him, and speak in tones of reverence. Some wet their pants.

This morning, as I was riding the bus to work, I thought of all that I had to be grateful for thanks to the strange and wondrous genius of George Walton Lucas. Could it be that my very life was a gift from George? As I realized how he had touched me, I wept loudly, ignoring the stares and words of derision from my fellow commuters.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sobbed like a girl--as I felt the pure joy of what he had given. The feeling stayed with me through the long day. My supervisor suggested emergency trauma therapy. He thought I was in the midst of an hysterical fit, or that I had perhaps gone insane.

If you are reading these words, you too have probably been moved as I was moved. However, my admiration and love for George Lucas is better than yours. It's something different, something golden, and sometimes I can't stand how people like you think.

But George thinks about it. He is not aloof from the "madding crowd". No, he embraces it, manfully, like a tender brother. That is why he shocked the world one day by sitting at his computer for eight straight hours sending posts to Usenet newsgroups and Internet message boards. On subsequent occasions he did it again and again, taking the time to explain his views, to tend to the helpless, and to heal those who were ill with his words of encouragement and hope.

This then is an archive of George Lucas and his love of STAR WARS, the Internet, and so much more.